hello, I was directed to this thread on another forum - blimey, and there was me thinking it was all my fault all these years - so nice to realise that actually, the fault may lie elsewhere and its not disloyal to actually come right out and say "They you up, your mum and dad..."
A brief intro - Im a mum of 3, two boys and a girl, and usually reside over at BMC. But this thread is a breath of fresh air in a peculiarly reassuring way.
My own little family drama continues to unfurl, and as a mature aand intelligent women of a certain age, I am still astounded by the capacity of my parents to wreak havoc with my mental health and wellbeing.
On Sunday, i had a call from my dad. To whom I have not spoken in 3 years, and who resides in another country. Are we busy thismonrning, says he.
It seems he and my mother are in the country. And have been for 3 weeks. but this is the first contact they have made with me. I invite them to lunch to see their lovely grandchildren, and he tells me my mother is "too ill" to attend as she cannot manage steps.
(Now it emerges that she has travelled 6000 miles to get to the country, plus a good 1.5 hours to drive to where they are staying (older sibling) and have spent a week in a european destination with another sibling, partner and children. Yet cannot manage a 45 minute journey to mine because I have a doorstep and another step into the hallway. ) I let that one go.
My dad duly arrives, late, because he has been in the farmers market all morning with my sibling and mother, and wont eat, thank you, as he is full up from eating pasties as said market.
Thanks for that dad, my kids are starving hungry because we have been waiting for you.
There follows an awkward 2 hours when he makes smalltalk and demands I call my mother at some point. Presnts are duly produced for my boys, (jackets with a sports logo) and for my teenager daughter? Nothing. A £20 note shoved in her hand. Not even a little trinket from the airport - or even the aforementioned market.
This from the family that have not even let me know that they are in country. And this is the 3rd time it has happened.
The hurt I feel has surprised me, TBH. I thought I was immune to it all, but I am so angry with them for treating me and mine like this. What kind of parent? What kind of granparent? Clearly I was just a duty visit. Amongst all those obscure cousins, aunties and uncles.
The worst thing...my siblings knew for some time. And yet not one of them bothered to let me know. I saw them both at a funeral a month ago. They knew the folks were going to be here, as they would have had to organise passports for babies, so they sat there all smug, playing the "i know something you dont know" game.
I feel I have grown up in an entirely negative household, where nothing I did was good enough and my anger at the preferensial treatment of my siblings put down to envy, or me being "to sensitive". My darling husband maligned and lies told
about him to all the family. My sibling continuing this trend by bringing up things from when I was 12, throwing them in my face in front of crowds of acquaintances and generally trying her best to embarrass in order to make herself seem popular.
I resolve to cut them all out of my life and yet they still have the power to upset.